Newark Wilder

Lane driver
The forces against you, the rain
I know everybody wants to put you down
But I know everybody's gonna put me down, I want you

Because I'm rushing to feel you
But I won't set you down
I don't need to
Because I'm rushing to feel you
But I won't set you down
I don't need to

Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Don't try, try, try, try, try
It's a brand new era, it feels great
It's a brand new era but it came too late

She won't let you know
That I need a right to touch her
She won't let you wait for me
For me to touch you

Crowds of the people and voices
And steeples and wedding rings
Wild are the horses and break-up divorces
And separate rooms from

My, my, my, my, my, my, my
I love your tinted eyes
So bad, so bad, so so bad, so so bad

She won't let me break you out
When the picture's cut in
Three of us, that is enough
And the simple stuff I need
Can't you see?
Can't you see?
Can't you see?
Can't you see?
Can't you stuff?
Can't you stuff me, stuff me, stuff me?